Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ikissdhimbck) wrote2013-10-14 07:42 pm
ikissdhimbck) wrote2013-10-14 07:42 pm
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OOM: don't let your daughters grow up to be cowgirls...
[Sometime after this...]
Sure, so there's nothing suggesting foul play about this strange place. But Kate still don't like it, and after the scouting mission she went on with her new friend, they found it was far more horrible than they could have imagined. A kitchen, truly vast, filled with so much food — and sweets. An icebox full of fruit and jams and jellies, cakes, pies, and ice cream. More food than a thousand people could eat in a thousand days! Natasha and Katherine knew what they had to do.
"Listen up!"
(They had their tea, weighed their options, and drew their maps and plans in detail. X's marked the places where the food and drinks were kept, question marks swirled over the Magical Bar, and dashes detailed an escape route out the back door toward the forest. Nobody would ever catch them, and there were more than enough other children to pull it off. They just had to convince them their mission was just.)
"The plan is simple. While the adults ain't looking, we clear out the cupboards. Nobody knows who's in charge here; ain't none of us have seen our mamas an' papas. Ain't you tired of not knowin' what's goin' on? Of havin' to ask? Of adults tellin' us no sweets 'cuz they'll rot our teeth? We just want our fair share, an' we want it for every one of us! Why do they get t'keep it all locked up?"
She nods to Natasha.
Sure, so there's nothing suggesting foul play about this strange place. But Kate still don't like it, and after the scouting mission she went on with her new friend, they found it was far more horrible than they could have imagined. A kitchen, truly vast, filled with so much food — and sweets. An icebox full of fruit and jams and jellies, cakes, pies, and ice cream. More food than a thousand people could eat in a thousand days! Natasha and Katherine knew what they had to do.
"Listen up!"
(They had their tea, weighed their options, and drew their maps and plans in detail. X's marked the places where the food and drinks were kept, question marks swirled over the Magical Bar, and dashes detailed an escape route out the back door toward the forest. Nobody would ever catch them, and there were more than enough other children to pull it off. They just had to convince them their mission was just.)
"The plan is simple. While the adults ain't looking, we clear out the cupboards. Nobody knows who's in charge here; ain't none of us have seen our mamas an' papas. Ain't you tired of not knowin' what's goin' on? Of havin' to ask? Of adults tellin' us no sweets 'cuz they'll rot our teeth? We just want our fair share, an' we want it for every one of us! Why do they get t'keep it all locked up?"
She nods to Natasha.
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"Don't struggle and we won't string you up by your feet from our base."
Beat.
"Does anyone have a blindfold? He shouldn't be allowed to see how to get to headquarters."
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She totally noticed how the boy's eyes got bigger when he looked at her makeshift sword of a ladle.
She's totally willing to nudge at the air in front of him warningly, while waiting for the rest of the girls to do what they can with their free hands. Not that she has any real inclination about hitting him with it, but she doesn't mind holding herself all warningly like she could be someone who might consider it, might entirely be capable, some like one of her Father's Guards. Except better.
Because she's a girl. In a pack of girls where no one has once said she couldn't do something because she was.
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(That translates roughly to "Get the fuck offa me!" as said around a towel.)
The girls come at him from all sides, and even though he's bigger than most of them and tries to break through their ranks, they still have him outnumbered.
The girl with the spoon brandishes it at him and he momentarily pulls back, until that other girl mentions tying his hands.
"Mrphr frgh!"
("What the fuck!")
He struggles harder. He's not going down without a fight!
He just hopes nobody discovers his ticklish spots.
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"I toldja if you didn't watch that mouth'a yours you'd get a bar of soap for your trouble. A towel'll hafta do for now."
He's being awful fussy for some reason, and Kate doesn't want the girls holding onto him to get hurt. So she does the only sensible thing a leader can do. She leaps on him.
"Don't let 'im get away!"
Arms already covered, she goes for his middle, deft fingertips skittering over his ribs.
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"Kate, no! He might have cooties!"
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Also, cooties? Only girls have cooties, not boys! Tommy would correct the tiny wee child except his mouth is full of towel. And he's too busy giggling. Unamusedly.
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(She is, as ever, pragmatic).
For now?
Natasha claps her hands.
"Alright, my sisters! Everyone not capturing the spy, BACK TO LIBERATION."
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"Hold him still!"
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However, she steels herself.
"S'all right! I help hogtie the piglets on our ranch, all y'hafta do is sit on him!"
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Well, at least, as much as she can, anyway. Risking cootie infection for the team and leaping onto the boy's back in an attempt to bring him down.
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Kate's merciless tickling has already weakened his defenses, and now the sudden weight of the girl jumping on his back throws off his balance completely. Breathless from the struggle and the unwanted laughter, he has no choice but to topple to his knees.
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Dix herself is concerned with two things now: saving her stash and getting to the rendezvous point.
She dumps an entire carton of mint cookies into her hat, then darts through the bar toward the back door, struggling under her haul but still showing a surprising amount of agility for somebody so tiny.
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No, she's twitchy because there are fish in the fireplace, and because she's pretty sure the rat that just scurried over her foot did so because it was trying to take her order and just misgauged the correct level of personal space.
This place is beyond weird.
But sprinting, out-of-breath children with faces red and hair flying and the unmistakable flush of triumph mixed with guilt on their cheeks isn't, and, besides, her eyes are caught by the swinging door, tipping a clear line of sight back into the kitchen, where --
Holy jeez, it's a whole pack of them, and is that -- "Hey!"
She half-stands from her spot at the bar, half-drunk hot chocolate forgotten (along with the cute boy a few stools down, who she definitely hadn't been watching out of the corner of her eye) at the sight of yet another tiny blonde girl hog-tying a tiny blonde boy with what seems like really kind of excessive gusto, while another girl leaps on his back. "Knock it off!"
Spoken as she's sliding off her stool and heading towards the kitchen door. It's just like the system all over again; isn't she done with babysitting yet?
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There are still places in the academy he's never been to, that are for the youngest of the boys, and others, for upperclassman, that he's not privileged to yet, but none of them, he's very certain is a bar. Because, whatever else this place is beside that, it's very much a bar. There are rules and the one way ticket to expulsions is clear.
Even if that's not entirely the reason the place makes him feel on edge, curious but with a dose of wariness layered under it.
Plus, it's distracting all on its own. Crowds of people. A lot of them kids. Like a lot them. Younger than he's gotten used to being under foot at The Academy, and more than half of them girls. Including the one that just went sprinting by, and the girl who jumped up off to his side, with a yell. Sending him looking to her, and then toward where she is. Where there're indeed even more girls, a pile of them, on top of little boy.
That's at least a familiar scene, pack of girls instead of boys aside, picking on some kid half their size. "Hey, break it up!" He's pushing off his stool -- not the first or last time this week even he's rounded the corner on a smaller boy being pushed on the stairs or having their bag yanked or being pressured in a library -- and sidestepping the stools near him, headed for the kitchen doors. "What'd you guys think you're doing?"
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Panicking, and not really thinking things through, Jess raises both her hands and fires a venom blast at the sinks beneath the bar, hoping to cause a diversion.
It works, but too well! Her younger body's energy level fluctuations too much and the blast is more potent than she intended, striking the water, the ice machine, and the soda fountain. Geysers of water,ice, and soda erupt, causing her to freeze for a moment before she turns on her heels and runs.
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And it's pandemonium.
She's seen this happen before in her nickel books. The law is closing in, dust on the horizon, the job is going up in smoke. Kate's eyes grow three times their normal size, and all she can think to do is shout the signal.
"HI-HO, SILVER, AWAAAAAY!"
Thank you, Tommy, for the introduction to the Lone Ranger.
Kate grabs as many tubs of ice cream as she can manage while the other girls see to their prisoner, or their bounties, or just run around screaming. It's hard to tell who's doing what right now.
(But she vaguely notices someone running to shut off the geysers behind the Bar.)
"To the hideout, gals! C'mon, c'mon!"
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She still shouts in Japanese as she runs past, "For death and honor!!" Someone's been watching too many samurai cartoons, but really, it's hard to say whether her shouting that is more frightening, or her laughing at it.
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She finds some courage, though, from her new friends and allies around her. Even the boy beneath her. She climbs off of him and seizes the boy under one arm to lever him to his feet.
"C'mon!"
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"Geronimo!" She yells out, caught in Noriko's spirit, though she has no idea what the girl really said.
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Tommy didn't say anything in particular, that was just an angry grunt.
He gets up, his hands tied behind his back. If only he could spit that damn towel out, he could yell for help. Then again, the girls might dump melted ice cream down his pants.
With no other choice, and growling and grumbling all the way, he follows the girls as they drag him along.
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Marian dashes back for her pies, loading up her arms with carefully stacked pastry topped metal tins, arguing with balance when she should put down her makeshift sword but she doesn't want to. It'll be cumbersome, but she's keeping it all. Hugging the pies and ladle to her and dashing for the door, dedicated to making it through the mele without getting snagged by an adult.
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She lingers until every girl is safely out with their goods. A captain goes down with his ship, and a good gang leader makes sure every man gets out alive. Everybody knows that. Soon enough the clamoring is muffled by grass underfoot, and Kate flees from the annoyance and befuddlement of the older children.
She'll congratulate Natasha on a job well done once they're all reunited in the hideout. For now, she whoops and hollers and laughs, following apace her merry thieves.
[ooc: and that's a wrap! party post will be up shortly. ^__^]